She was inside of those features. She waspart of them. They were her.It hadn't felt real. She'd experienced firsthand every detail up tothis moment, b...ut had somehow also felt detached from it. Theunderstated simplicity of that skimpy strip of fabric sucked herinstantly into the moment. Everything was real. This was all reallyhappening.Of course she would be expected to wear women's clothing - what elsewould a woman wear? Jesse shuddered as the briefly-glimpsed girl fromthe mirror echoed in her. "I'm glad you enjoyed it. That was quite an experience for me too." Can we do it again after we rest?" Most definitely." I hold her to me and kiss her forehead. "I can stay all weekend if you'd like."She smiles at me. "I'd love that." There are a few minutes of silence before she speaks again. "Jade, can I tell you something without you thinking I'm nuts?" Of course." I look down at her a little puzzled."When you were on top of me I felt like...like you weren't just fucking me. I mean it felt. ‘Oh yeah its a perfect day for painting’ I replied. She took me into her garden and we walked down to the bottom where the old summer house was. ‘Its not been painted since Bob died, it really needs a good paint’ Mrs Roper told me what she wanted doing and I got on with it, she had prepared everything in the shed and I got it all set up. It must have been mid morning and Mrs Roper came out ‘How about a nice cup of tea’ ‘Yes please’ and I went into the house, we sat in the conservatory. Basterson's headquartersabutted on the town square. Its windows gave an excellent view of the courthouse,across the square, and the town gallows, right in the middle. While he satin Basterson's waiting room, Coyote looked out toward the gallows, but wasdisappointed to see that nothing was happening today. "Ho hum," hesaid, and started rooting through the magazines. Suddenly the door to the Marshal's office opened, and there he stood: a big,hearty, smiling man with a black handlebar mustache and.